Pearls-Well Worn and Read

Well worn and read, “The Pearl.” The end. I’ll start at the beginning. Strung pearls around my neck - I dare to wear them to the library. My coworker has to tell me, she only wears hers to church. Well, I’ll be. These came straight from China, not free but not expensive. Sparknotes, my friend, reminds me that a great find, a precious jewel might hang about one’s neck like a rock. Perhaps, you feel lucky, but everyone dies around you. What do you have left, but a story - a pearl of a story. In the end it is taken back to its home. There, it is not so rare. I wear my pearls everywhere.